See it all started when Sue went to pick up her youngest son from a friend’s house. Todd, her son’s friend’s dad answered the door. ‘Come on in’ Todd said nicely. They walked through the family room toward the stairs when Sue noticed that there was a picture of a woman sucking on a dick on the computer screen. Todd turned around and saw that Sue saw the screen ‘shit’ he mumbled under his breath. Instead of Sue calling the man immature she said ‘You like looking at that’. ‘I don’t know where that came off’ Todd stumbled tying to block the computer screen. ‘Then you wouldn’t like a blowjob from me then’ Sue asked. Instantly, Sue saw Todd’s prick get hard in his pants. ‘I’ll take that as a yes’ Sue said and walked over to the man. Sue dropped to her knees and unzipped the man’s pants and pulled down his boxers. The 6 inch cock sprang out and Sue quickly took it in her mouth. That’s when Todd took control. ‘Suck it hard you bitch’ Todd said and pushed Sue’s mouth deeper onto his cock. Sue took all 6 inches into her mouth and gagged at first. Sue tried pushing away to breath, but Todd slapped her hands away ‘take it all in’ Todd told her nastily.  Sue was given one gasp of air before she her head was slammed back into her throat. ‘You want my cum, bitch’ Todd asked, Sue shook her body no, ‘yes you do’ Todd said. Suddenly, cum shot into Sue’s mouth, Todd held her head still all of his semen filled her mouth. Todd let go, Sue sprang up from the floor and ran to the bathroom. Sue spit out the cum into the toilet, Sue hated the taste of cum in her mouth. Todd walked through the bathroom door ‘next time you better swallow the cum if you know better you fat, chubby, whore’ Todd said and walked upstairs to get Sue’s son. Sue cleaned up and tried to remain calm. ‘Hi, honey are you ready to go’ Sue asked her son cheerfully. ‘Yes’ her son said and they left the house. After every meal then after Sue would leave the table and puke it back up quietly.

 

One night Sue and Al went out for dinner. It had been 3 months since they had sex and Sue thought that tonight would be the end of that streak. Sue got dressed in a light purple dress and didn’t wear any bra or panties. Al was turned on by this and Sue that on the way out of the door. Sue and Al were at the restaurant for an hour and a half before they went to a bar. Sue went to the bathroom to throw up her 100 dollar meal she just ate. When she came back 5 minutes later, Sue found Al completely wasted. A man helped Sue get Al to the car and they drove home. The problem didn’t stop there. Sue knew that her 18 year old son had a couple of friends over. Sue slowly dragged Al to the couch and dropped him down. Sue noticed that it was completely quiet. Sue walked down to the basement. There she found her son Nick and his girlfriend Christy passed out with vodka bottle around them. Sue tried waking them up but they were out cold. Sue then loud talking. Sue walked up the stairs. The voices were coming from her room. Sue walked into the room. Inside were Nick’s three friends smelling and touching Sue’s underwear. The 18 year olds turned around, they were all wasted. ‘What the hell are you guys doing’ Sue screamed ‘give me those’. One of the boys grabbed her ‘I have an idea’ he said ‘lets fuck her’, the other 2 boys cheered as Sue was pushed on the bed. ‘No’ Sue screamed. The boys pilled Sue to the bed ‘help me, Al, somebody’ Sue screamed. A pair of purple panties was shoved into her mouth. The boys ripped off her new dress and pulled down his pants. Sue screamed as the other 2 held Sue down. ‘She’s so tight’ the boy said as he pushed more and more cock into Sue’s pussy. The boy on her right touched her right tit, Sue jumped forcing her body onto the cock making the boy squirt his load into her pussy. The other two repeated the process. Sue passed out as the third boy came in her filled cunt.

 

The next morning Sue didn’t call the cops because she was to afraid that the town would find out about this. She walked downstairs and noticed that her son and all of his friends were gone. Sue found Al asleep on the couch. Sue weep for several hours and the only thing that made things better was to make herself puke, she did this 5 times that day.

 

Three weeks later Sue missed her period. She refused to go to the hospital to have an abortion at the hospital. Sue looked up a private doctor on the internet and set up an appointment online.

 

The next week she went to the house. It looked creepy and not like a doctors home. Sue rang the doorbell, immediately the door was answered by a scary looking man with long brown hair. ‘I think I have the wrong address’ Sue said. ‘Are you having the abortion’ the man asked. ‘Yes I am’ Sue said ‘My name is Sue’. ‘John’ the man said ‘please come in’, Sue walked in. John led her to a room with just a table. ‘Lay down and take off pants’ John said almost commandingly. Sue laid down and undressed her bottom half. ‘Please close your eyes’ John told her. ‘My eyes’ Sue asked, ‘Yes’ John said. Sue shrugged and laid down with her eyes closed. John sprang up and handcuffed Sue’s legs and arms. ‘What are you doing Sue yelled. John placed a gag in her mouth and blindfolded her. ‘This will only hurt for a bit’ John said. Sue screamed as the head of John’s cock pushed up her ass. Sue screamed louder as John pushed deeper into her ass. ‘Your so god damn tight’ John said as he continued to fuck Sue’s ass. John squeezed Sue’s tits as he came on Sue’s ass. John pulled his cock out of Sue’s ass and walked out of the room.

 

Minutes later Sue heard a dog bark and Sue jumped. ‘Alright I’m going to take off the gag and the blindfold, he you scream I’ll kill you, understand’ Sue nodded yes. The gag and blindfold were removed. ‘Now smile for the video camera’ John smiled. Sue looked at the camera, ‘Skip, mount’ the black lab that Sue hadn’t even seen jumped onto the table and inserted its cock deep into her pussy. Sue looked over and John and was about to scream but John placed a finger over his mouth to remind her to be quite. Sue started to cry and she stared at the camera as the dog fucked her harder then Sue ever had before. For what seemed like ages the lab finally came in her pussy and pulled out. ‘Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you and your family’ John said. John pushed Sue’s pants into her hands and pushed her out the door. Sue drove off and puked on the side of the road several times before arriving at home.

 

A couple of months later Sue was skin and bones and you could easily tell she was pregnant. Finally Sue told Al that she had been raped by Nick’s friends and a man and his dog. Sue then begged for her family to move. Al agreed, Sue got an abortion at their new home and everything was going well until Sue got an email. There was an attachment and it was the dog raping her pussy.

Frank, he is very tall, 6.20ft, he never played any sport so he has a flacid body. He is always saying that he has a big cock and actually, he used to date one of our girl friends and she never said he was liyng but she never said it was true either, so we never knew for sure.

Zeke, his mother is black but his father is not, so he has this brown skin and curly african hair. He's 5.75ft tall and very slim, his arms and legs are half of mine but he has a ripped chest. He is kind of hairy in his arms and legs and chest.

Claire, she is Tom's sister, she is 15 years old but has a great body. She is 5.37ft and a long brown hair. Her ass is big round and full and her tits are kind of big, not too big though but they are big for her age. She was very outgoing but she also spent lots of time locked in her bedroom surfing on the net.

 In the morning, we the boys went to the beach on Tom's car while Claire stayed home alone, and we got back in the middle of the afternoon because Tom works part-time on a restaurant. So when we came from the beach, Tom had a quick shower and left for work. After that Zeke and Frank had their shower and I was the last one to go. When I got to the bathroom that was on the second floor right between our bedroom and Claire bedroom, I got undressed and when I was going to put my dirty clothes aside I noticed the dirty clothes basket and I thought maybe there would be some dirty panties of Claire. And there they were, a little pink thong, I held it and smelled it and I noticed a small stain on the pussy spot, I noticed too that there weren't any hairs on the panties, nice! I put them back in the basket and turned myself to the mirror. I was admiring myself, my gorgeous muscular body and down to my cock, my cock was 8inches when hard and really fat, but it wasnt hard now, it was soft hanging down, bouncing around while I moved along with my huge hairless balls. Suddenly the door oppened and I was caught by surprise and quickly turned to the door. And there was Claire, when she saw me there she looked me into the eyes with her mouth oppened with surprise because she thought the bathroom was empty, the I saw her eyes moving down from my face, through my chest and down to my fat piece of meat, her mouth oppened even more.

"Holy shit! Mike I'm sorry I thought there wasnt anyone here, sorry!" And she rushed herself out of the bathroom closing the door behind her.

 I looked back to the mirror laughing at what has just happened, and two minutes later when I was going to turn the water on to take my bath the door oppened again but this time it was no accident. Claire got in locked the door behind her and looked straight at my cock.

"Damn Mike can I just touch it? That is fucking huge!"

"Claire what are you doing? You better leave before someone comes here!"

"No one is comming, they are downstairs playing playstation and they just think I'm in my room. I just wanna touch it!Please!"

"I dont know Claire, you're Toms sister.."

She didnt even hear me, she walked at me, not even looking at my face, just my cock, she gently touched it with the tip of her finger, the she moved her hand like she was cleaning it and finally put her hand around it, actually, tried to put her hand around it because her little hand couldnt get aroung my fat cock.

"Damn it's so big and fat, and heavy too!"

She stroked it up and down twice, and dropped on her knees, stroked it some more and started playing with my heavy balls with the other hand. She kept admiring it, every inch of it, from the balls to the tip of the big head.

She moved her head closer to it, kissed the tip of the head. I was losing control, it was my friends sister kneeling in front of me, my friends 15 years old sister with my cock in her hands, but I couldnt avoid it. She gave it another kiss and the oppened her mouth wide and swallowed the whole head right down her throat.

"Holy shiiiit! Oh my God Claire!"

She kept it inside her mouth and I could feel her licking it, sucking it up and down, harder and harder. I grabbed the back of her head and started pulling her down my cock, fucking her young throat deeper and deeper until she was gagging, there was spit all over my cock and her chin.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum in my mouth, I'll swallow it!"

She put one hand on my butt pulling me to her and with the other hand she stroke the rest of the cock that she couldnt take in her mouth. I put my hands on her head and fucked her mouth like I was fucking a pussy, as hard as I could, slurping sounds filled the bathroom.

"Aaaahhh here it goes!" And I cummed so hard! I tried not to scream and she never took her mouth from my cock. She kept sucking even after I cummed, she swallowed it all!

 "Damn Claire! Best blowjob ever!" She didnt answer because she was still sucking my cock.

"Come on you better go to your room now"

She took my cock out of her mouth but not her hands.

"Shit I want more of this cock!"

"Yeah but not now Claire, they might get suspicious because I'm taking too long."

"Ooh... ok!" She gave my cock a last suck, then got off her knees and kissed me in the mouth and finally went to her room.

 The rest of the day went on normally, me and Claire pretended it never happened but she kept teasing me around the house. Tom was still at work and the rest of us were just in the living room watching tv and talking. Zeke was saiying how good he was at school and how he gets what he wants from his ex-girlfriend, Claire saiyng that most of the boys she knows have something for her, I was just listening to them praising but, when Frank started to say, as he always do, that he bets he has the biggest cock of us all, I saw Claire getting specially interested. He said that it was so big that his ex-girlfriend could only fit half of it in her mouth. Meanwhile Tom got back home from his job and we stopped talking about those things because Tom wouldnt like us talking about that with his younger sister. Time passed and we went to sleep.

 In the middle of the night I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I got up trying not to wake anyone up and made my way to the bathroom. I was half asleep so I dint noticed light comming from inside and I oppened the door. I found Frank with his back against the wall, his shorts and boxers around his ankles and Claire on her knees in front of him, with 9inches of hard meat inside her mouth. Frank wasnt lying! He sure was huge! 9inches of straight hard cock with two huge balls hanging down and completely hairless were shiny wet of Claire's spit. His cock was bigger than mine, but wasnt as fat as mine.

"Give me your fat cock too Mike!" she said, and I got it out of my shorts straight down her throat.

"Wow great cock you have there Mike" Frank said.

"Thanks, I can see you were talking the truth too."

And Claire was taking turns sucking our cocks, she was a mess, her mouth and chin had spit and pre-cum all around, her eyes were red from the gagging and spit was running down her face to her chest. We kept fucking her mouth harder and harder for several minutes.

"We better finish this before someone wakes up and find us here!" Frank said. And we got ready to cum, she sucked our cocks and stroked them harder and we aimed to her face, we were going to cover her face with cum.

"Oooh fuck open your mouth bitch!" I said exploding inside her mouth and all over her face, and Frank did the same. I slapped her face with my cock "Suck it clean now!" and so she did, she sucked our cocks clean and we left her there, with her face and mouth full of cum and we went back to our bedroom to get some sleep.

 In the day after, after Tom left to work again, the four of us just stayed in the living room, drinking alcohol and watching tv. We got bored of watching tv untill Claire suggested we played Truth or Dare. We all agreed and let Claire start the game.

"Zeke, truth or dare?" 

"Truth"

"HHmmm...Is it true that all black men have big dicks?" Claire asked and Zeke oppened his mouth with surprise.

"Oh.. ungh.. not all.."

"Ok next! Zeke your turn!" Frank said.

"You Frank, truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"Was Jesse a good fuck?" Jesse was one of our friends, the one that used to date Frank.

"Hell yeah! A dirty bitch I would say! Claire I choose you!"

"Truth"

"How many cocks have you sucked?"

"Four! My turn now... isnt any of you man enough to choose dare?"

"I am!" Frank said right away.

"Hmmm... I know! I dare you to prove that you really have the biggest cock!"

"What? How do you want me to do that?" Frank asked.

"Well you boys just all get your cocks out and measure it!"

"Ahaha no problem!" Frank said pulling his 9inches out.

I got up and pulled my fat 8inches out too, and Zeke did the same with his dark 7inches of cock, it was kind of thin too.

"Ahaha looks like I was right! Claire truth or dare?" 

"Dare" Claire chose.

"Well..I dare you to suck my cock!" Frank challenged and Claire got on her knees right away and took his big cock in her mouth."

"Oooh thats it bitch, suck it nice! Its your turn by the way!"

"How about a final dare round?" She asked and we all agreed.

"Ahaha well Zeke I dare you to suck Mike's cock!"

"What the fuck???" He said.

"Its the rulles Zeke!" Frank said laughing. I layed on my back on the floor with my fat cock pointing in the air and Zeke crouched down, slowly wrapped his hand around my cock and took it in his mouth. At first he just held it there but then it looked like he had liked it and started really sucking it. 

"Oh thats right, Frank I dare you to suck my black cock!" We all laughed and Frank layed next to Zeke and hesintantly swallowed the black 7incher.

"Claire I dare you to deepthroat my big boy!" Frank said. And Claire oppened his mouth as wide as she could and slowly swallowed all 9inches down her young throat. Frank pushed her head down and held it there, her eyes were getting red and tears started running, she was running out of air and he finally let her go.

"Eheheh nice one bitch! Your turn now, last round!"

"Well Mike, I dare you to eat my pussy!"

I took her pajama pants and panties off and spread her legs wide, her pussy was really tight and pink and completely hairless, it was dripping wet as I slowly slide my finger inside, then I just eat her cunt out. She started screaming on Franks cock from the orgasms I was giving her. After ome licking I decided to fuck her.

 "Do you want my cock inside this pink hole bitch?"

"Oh yes I do!"

"I know you're liking it Zeke but I have some pussy to fuck, here is a last suck for goodbye!" And I held his head with my two hands and furiously fucked his throath as deep as I could, then I just let him go and he was coughing and spiting all around. Then I positioned myself between Claires legs and put the head of my fat cock in the entrance of her pussy and rubbed it just to tease her.

"Oh fuck Mike I want that cock so bad! Just start in slowly because thats too big!"

I forced my head inside her tight young pussy, I had to push hard so I could get inside, then slowly fucked her just with half of my cock. She was moaning really hard just with half of it. That feeling of tight young pussy wrapped around my cock made me go crazy, I started fucking her really hard and she started screaming in orgasm. I could feel her explode on my cock and juices running down to my balls and my balls slapping harder in her asshole. Meanwhile Frank was having his cock sucked by Claire and sucking Zekes cock.

After some minutes of hammering that 15 years old tight pussy I had to swap with Frank because he wanted to fuck her too so I just got in his place and Claire sucked my fat cock wet of her pussy juices and Frank, slide his 9 hard inches inside her. He fucked her and I could feel her screaming with my cock deep down her throat. Then Zeke swap places with Frank and she got fucked by his 7inches black cock. We kept fucking her pussy in several positions for large minutes when I decided to go for something different.

 She was in doggystyle position with her ass sticking out, calling for my cock. I put my cock inside her pussy and slowly rubbed her asshole, I spat on it and got it really wet before I slowly fucked her with my finger. After getting her ass worked up for the real deal, I put my cock in the entrance of her ass.

"Oh shit Mike I dont know if I'm ready for getting assfucked!"

"Ahahah you better be then, you will lvoe it bitch!"

I forced myself in, it was sooo tight! After some effort I finally managed to squeeze the head in. She screamed in pain and I held it there so she could get used to it. She felt her ass burning with my cock inside but after some time getting used to it, I could slide my cock in and out and she felt no pain anymore. I was now fucking her ass really hard.

"Ooh more! More! MORE! GIVE ME MORE MIKE!" And I started fucking her as hard as I could, shoving all 8inches down her ass, down to my balls, she was going crazy, started to lose strenght in her arms and she fell with her chest on the floor. I pushed her head against the floor with one hand and with the other I fingered her pussy really hard. Her eyes rolled behind, she screamed like I've never heard anyone scream before, it was a mix of pain and pleasure, she was out of herself, like she was possessed! Our bodies were jamming against eachother really hard.

"Is this hard enough bitch???" I scramed in her ear.

And she finally cummed, she let go of one final loud scream and fell completely in the floor. There was a pool of her juices in the floor and when I got my cock out of her ass, it was gapping! Her ass was all red and sore and she was like fainted. But I got in front of her and pulled her head up.

"Here, taste your ass out of my cock!" She was half KO but she oppened her mouth and sucked my cock, the taste of her ass made her regain her strenght.

 The boys were tired of just watching so Frank got under her and his way up his cunt, she was riding him and Zeke, got behind her and easily got inside her sore ass. We kept fucking for so much time that we didnt noticed the time passing by. So just when Claire was screamming loud with another orgasm that Frank gave her with his cock in her pussy, me with my cock in her ass and Zeke in her mouth, someone got in the living room where we were: Tim has just got back from work!

"What the fuck is this???? You rapping her??"

"No brother!" Claire said immediatly "They are not rapping me!"

She didnt stop riding us while she was talking to her brother.

"Fuck it brother! Why dont you just join in??"

"Joing in?? I'm your brother for God sake!"

"So what? Dont I have a pussy and tits? Just get here!"

She pulled him to her and while she was still riding us, she pulled his pants off showing his almost 5inches cock, so thats why they call him Timmy!

"Awwww bro your cock is so cute!" And she sucked on it.

 After some hours of fucking, everyone got to fuck every hole of that 15 years old girl, she was all sore of our cocks and we were getting to tired to go on so we all just cummed on her. She laid on her back and we all cum on her, she was all soaked in cum and juices, there was a pool of it around her.

She is going to need a really long night to heal those fucked up holes of her.

But there was more to come...

TO BE CONTINUED

  I had a hard time believing what these parents were telling me.  Were they saying it was ok to fuck their daughter, as long as I brought her home safely?  It sure seemed like it.
 Diapers got her handle from me.  It came from a near accident, which resulted in another accident. 
 We had been riding around town one evening in my classic ‘66 Dodge Charger.  We were chatting on the CB with her parents and some of my friends.  We scared the hell out of all of them when, over the air, they heard my tires squeal, Diapers scream, and me yell, “OH SHIT!” 
 Diapers parents, and a number of my CB friends, immediately wanted to know what had happened and were we were all right. 
 It took a long time for the laughter to fade when I told them what had happened.

  I had swerved hard to miss a skunk, but got him anyway.  Luckily, it was a clean kill, and he didn’t spray my car.  Thank God for 14” wide rear tires, and a skunk whose business end was aimed toward the roadside, and away from my car. 
 Diapers, however, continued to look upset after I thought it was all over and all was well.  She didn’t want to tell me why.  She just insisted I take her home right away. 
 When we got to her home, she quickly got out of the car, and ran inside.  I then realized why she needed to get home.  It was a good thing my seats were vinyl.  Her seat was soaking wet.  The near accident with the skunk had caused Diapers to have an accident of her own.  She had pissed her pants, and nearly flooded my car’s seat. 
 As if she wasn’t embarrassed enough, I added insult to injury.  While she cleaned up and changed her clothes, I drove to the nearest store and bought a pack of disposable diapers.  

  When she came out of the house, I gave her the pack of diapers.  The pack had been opened and one diaper was missing.  She thought her son had needed changing.

  When I opened the car door for her, she saw why the package had been opened.  I had spread one of the diapers on her seat.  “...to catch any further accidents.”  I told her. 
 Hence, her handle, Diapers.  Even her father started calling her Diapers.  After he quit laughing, that is.  Her mother did her best to hold in her laugh.  She failed.

  Poor Diapers. 

  Diapers and I spent many evenings together.  We attended sporting events, watched movies, ate out often, and frequently ended up in bed. 
 She was a wonderfully energetic lover.  Every time we made love, she acted like it was something new and special to her. 
 Diapers loved having her sizable tits fondled, pinched, and sucked.  Fingering her pussy would frequently bring her to orgasm. 

  She had just one little quirk.  She always wanted my dick’s entry into her pussy to be hard, fast, and deep.  Each time, before I entered her, she raised and spread her knees.  She would then say, “Ram it to me, honey.” 
 I would position my dick at her pussy’s entrance, and, with one hard thrust, bury my cock deep in her hole.  Diapers would give a sharp gasp as I slammed into her.  Her pussy was always tight.  After the ramming entry, I’d hold my dick deep in her so I could feel her pussy’s muscles as they milked me. 
 As I started stroking in and out of Diapers, she would wrap her legs around my waist and put her arms around my neck.  She’d grunt and groan with every stroke.  When I dumped my load deep in her pussy, she would usually cum too.  She said feeling my warm cum flooding into her hole got her off.             
 I think, of all the dates we went on, the most fun we had was on a two night trip to attend a large CB Break held at the Tucson, Az. County fairgrounds.  Diapers’ parents watched her baby while we went to what became one big party. 
 We had waited too long before deciding to go, so we could not get a motel room in the fairgrounds area.  Luckily, the weather was warm, and the rear seats in my car folded nearly flat.  So, with some towels covering the windows, and several blankets for a cushion, we had an instant room. 

  From dusk to nearly dawn both nights we were in Tucson, my car’s suspension was kept in action.  I think we were trying to wear each other out.  Neither of us succeeded, but it sure was fun trying.

  Diapers claimed to be sore for a week.  Though I never admitted it, I was sore as well.  

  After a while, we just drifted apart.  Too bad.
      

     And that’s when she stepped out of the darkness, directly across my path; a babe who was also out to score.  This woman should have been soaking bare-ass in some hot tub with Brad Pitt, sipping champagne.  She was a rose amongst thorns.  If she’d been copilot, Mohammad Atta would have forsaken Islam and set an alternate course toward the neon lights of Vegas.

     She had long tresses of jet-black hair, as shiny and silky as the feathers of a raven.  Her eyes -- slightly almond-shaped -- were nearly as dark as her hair, her skin alabaster-white in the comparison.  The most perfect of noses with the cutest flare to the nostrils.  And her lips; sensually pouting, like a female Elvis Presley.  She had a dynamite body with a two-second fuse, all shrink-wrapped into a skin-tight leather jumpsuit.  I observed all of this in the time that it took me to gulp, my heart beating faster than Desi Arnaz on the bongos.

     “Hi, sweet cakes,” she purred.  “Care to fool around?”

     “Come on.”

     “Is that spelled c-u-m?”

     “Are you -- uh – serious?”  For once my discretion won out over my dick.  “I -- uh -- I think I’ll take a pass.”

     Suddenly, I felt something hard being pressed against the back of my head.

     “Oh, I’m serious, all right. I’m just as serious as my friend holding that .22 against your noggin.”

     The stirring in my loins disappeared as fast as Jesse Jackson at a Klan meeting.

     “What is this -- a stickup?”

     “I sure hope it sticks up,” she quipped, nodding toward the dark entry of an alley.  “Step into my boudoir, honey-bunny.”

     “Look, I’ll give you all the money that I have.  But, please, don’t take my credit cards.”

     Her expression turned as hard as steel.  “Bloodstains are hell to get out of a five-hundred dollar suit.  The alley, now!  And, believe me; it’s not your money that I want.  It’s your jewels.”  She gave one of the cutest winks I had ever seen.  “And I’m thinking along the lines of the Hope Diamond.”

     We walked down the alley for perhaps a hundred yards and turned a corner.  And, voila, there was her boudoir; a Coleman lantern, an incense burner and an air mattress.

     “Whip off your trousers, honey, and we’ll get this show on the road.”

     “Tell me; were you planning on grabbing the first guy to come along?”

     “Or did I find you unbearably attractive?”

     “Well -- uh -- yeah.”

     “Well, you do have nice eyes.  Now, shuck those pantaloons.”  She looked over my shoulder at her friend.  “What do you think, April; boxers or briefs?”

     “He’s the business type and you know how they are.  If I have to venture a guess, I’d say briefs -- the bikini kind.”

     “I think that you may be right.  Oh, before you pull down your britches, let me see your wallet.  I’d like to know who I’m going to bonk.”

     “See, I knew you wanted my cash.”

     “Shut the fuck up about money!  I’m more interested in taking a gander at your license.”  She snatched the wallet from my hand, located my license and held it closer to the lantern.  “Reginald Earnhardt.  Born on March the fourth, nineteen-seventy-three.  He’s from Phoenix, April.”

     April gave a throaty giggle.  “Yeah, he looks like a Phoenician.”

     The babe tossed back my wallet.  “I’ll call you ‘Reggie’ and you can call me ‘Darling.’” 

     “Fair enough, Darling.”

     “Down with the pants.”

     “One question, first.”

     “Okay, shoot.”

     “Why are you doing this?”

     “Why?”

     “Yes, ‘why.’  Pardon the expression; but you are one fucking, good-looking, dynamite-ass chick.  You could have any number of guys just by snapping your finger.  So why do you choose this method, which -- by the way -- can land you straight in the hoosegow.”

     She winked.  “Let’s just say that I like the thrill, the risk, the adventure.  And let me not forget that wonderful, pulse-racing, near orgasmic sense of domination.  So, there, you have it.  Now drop those fucking drawers!”

     I unhitched my belt, unzipped my fly and let my trousers fall to the ground, the girls squealing with delight at my bikini briefs.  With a nod from Darling, I let my underwear drop, a blush setting my cheeks on fire.

     “Ah, Reggie; you’re going to have to do better than that.”  Darling held up a condom, letting it swing between thumb and forefinger.  “It’s got to stand up and salute for this.”

     “Well, I’m under a little pressure, here.”

     “Maybe this might help.”

     She snatched off her leather boots, and was out of her jumpsuit faster than Houdini.  And there she stood; a virtual goddess of love!  There were no seeds in those melons.  And there was definitely no Sheriff of Nottingham in her Sherwood Forest!

     “See, you’re better already,” she cooed, tossing me the condom.  “April, back off a ways to make sure we don’t get any unwanted company.  That would play hell with Reggie’s boner.”

     “I’ll try to keep him covered at the same time.”

     “Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary at this point.  Tell me, Reg; do you prefer the top or bottom?”

     “I’m strictly a bottom man.”

     “That’s just fine by me.”

     We did it, right there, under the romantic glow of the Coleman, my shirt and suit coat hiked up to my chin.  Although the sex was under duress, it was the farthest thing from my thoughts.  My lasting power was phenomenal, greater than it had ever been in my life.  She squealed, she panted, she gasped, and she shrieked with delight as we both blew our cookies at the same time.  When she stood, the light of the lantern shone on her body, her sheen of sweat glimmering like all the diamonds in New York.  I laid there, totally exhausted, my euphoria worth a million joints of marijuana!

     “Well -- uh -- how was I?” I asked, secretly crossing my fingers.

     “Reggie, you were utterly fantastic --- a regular Hugh Hefner!”  She danced around, patting her twat.  “Wow!  My tee-tee is throbbing like a thumb whacked by a hammer!”

     I closed my eyes with a smile, wallowing in my pride.  When I opened my eyes, after what seemed like only a few seconds, she was gone!  She had vanished like chimney smoke on a windy night.  Everything; the Coleman, the incense burner, even the fucking air mattress.  For a few moments, I thought that it might have been a dream -- a wet one at that.

 

** * ***

 

 

     I was relaxing at home in Phoenix, on a Saturday afternoon, the happening in New York a distant memory, when I heard a knock at the door.  It was an urgent knock, not one of a friend or family member, if that was at all possible to determine.  When I opened the door, I was confronted by two men in suits, one holding a badge under my nose.  I saw two Phoenix cops standing back, at the bottom of the porch steps.

     “Uh -- yes -- can I help you in some way?  Was there a robbery nearby or something?”

     “Sir, we’re with the NYPD.  I’m Detective Russo and that’s my partner, Detective Maloney.  Just for the record; you are Reginald Earnhardt?”

     “Yes, that’s me?  You said you’re from New York?”

     “That’s right.  Mister Earnhardt, we have a warrant for your arrest; for the rape of one, Samantha Gleeson; on June the seventeenth of this year.”

     “What in the hell are you talking about?  I didn’t rape anyone!”

     “Were you -- to the best of your recollection -- in New York on the aforementioned date?”

     “Well, I might have been in the city on business.  Maybe it was June, I guess.”

     “Sir, would you assume the position, please.”

     “The what?”

     “Please; turn around, place your hands against the wall and spread your legs, so we can check you for a weapon.”

     “Are you fucking crazy?  I’m not carrying any weapon!”

     The bigger of the two cops slammed me against the wall, spreading my legs with his foot.  “This would have gone a whole lot easier on you, if you’d chosen to cooperate.”

     “Wait a minute, wait a minute; this supposed rape victim wouldn’t be called ‘Darling’ would she?”

     “Is that what you called her while you were raping her?”

     “You have it all wrong!  She’s the one who raped me!”

     They both started to laugh and it spread to the two Phoenix cops who were now standing just inside the door.  I mean laughter; belly-shaking, face-reddening, teary-eyed laughter!  Finally, the big New York detective moved nearly nose-to-nose with me, his eyes dancing with merriment as he held up a picture of Darling.

     “Give me a fucking break, Earnhardt.  Does this woman look as though she has to force herself on any man?  Please, sir; do not insult our intelligence.  Christ, I have a rod-on, right now, just looking at her picture.”

     With that, Detective Erection whipped out a card and started to recite my Miranda rights.  It all sounded like garble to me as I stood there, gaping, wide-eyed, my head literally in a spin.

 

*** * ***

 

 

     The three of us flew back to New York, me and Detective Russo handcuffed to one another.  Sweet Jesus, I felt like a Mafia hit-man, or, worse yet --- Saddam fucking Hussein.  Once in the city, I was photographed and fingerprinted, and thrown a phonebook so I could look up the number of a lawyer.  I chose Murray Gold, figuring that a tough Jew would be a bigger help than some weak-kneed gentile.  My mother knew a lot of hotshot attorneys, but, at the moment, she was touring Europe with her gigolo boy friend.  And I mean “boy” friend.

     Murray was a little pip-squeak of a guy with a balding head and thick-lens glasses, but he looked like he had grit to me and that was all that mattered.  One of the first things that came out of his mouth nearly floored me – “This Samantha Gleeson is not only saying that you raped her; she’s saying that you’re the father of the child that she’s carrying.”

     “Oh, no -- there’s no fucking way!  The bitch made me wear a rubber for Christ-sake!”

     “Those things aren’t infallible, you know.  Maybe it had a pin-hole or something.”  He leaned close to me, narrowing his eyes.  “’I’m going to ask you this question once and only once.  Did you or did you not rape this Gleeson woman?”

     “I most certainly did not!  She’s the one who forced herself on me!  At gunpoint, I might add.”

     Murray raised his bushy brows.

     “Yeah, that’s right; her friend, April, held a fucking gun to my head.”

     “That’s funny; she’s accusing you of the same thing.  The Phoenix cops are probably searching your house as we speak.”

     “I don’t own a gun!  I can’t stand the sight of them.”

     Murray sighed.  “I’ve got to tell you; Samantha Gleeson is not only an eye-popper, she’s extremely rich and influential as well.  Not to mention the fact that her daddy is one of the top muck-a-mucks on Wall Street.”

     “That is just great!” I nearly screamed, running my fingers through my hair.  “So what are you telling me, here; I don’t have a chance in hell of proving my innocence?”

     “She raped you, while her pal was holding a gun on you?”

     “That’s what the hell I said!  What -- you don’t believe me?”

     Murray looked at me long and hard, as if attempting to read my innermost thoughts.  “Okay, I believe you.  The question being; who in the hell else will?”

     “Look, it figures I’m not the only victim of her little dominatrix game.  This unborn baby could be the off-spring of one of any number of guys; Joe Blow or John Doe, who knows. Could I take one of those tests to see if there’s a match?”

     “Maybe yeah, maybe no.  I don’t know if it’s possible with the kid still in the womb.  I’ll have to check.”  Murray shrugged.  “But that’s the least of your problems.  The biggest being the charge of rape.”

     “Okay, okay, so what’s next?”

     “There’ll be a preliminary hearing to see if there’s enough evidence to hold you over for trial.  That’s when we’ll find out what your bail will be.  Do you have anyone willing to post it?”

     “My Mother would, but she’s off somewhere, touring Europe.”

     “Maybe I can get you off on your own recognizance, if I can prove that you have no priors, and up until now, you’ve been an exceptionally model citizen.  Oh, there’s one little thing.”  Murray read from the paper that he had taken notes on.  “So you were walking the streets, dressed in a suit and tie, and trying to -- I quote – ‘rustle up a little marijuana to mellow me out.’”

     “Correct.”

     “Well, Jesus H.; that would go over like a case of the Hershey squirts during a high mass.  Let’s make a much needed correction, shall we.  ‘I was out taking a leisurely walk, and, being an out-of-towner, I made a wrong turn and got lost.’ Does that sound better, Mister Pot-Head?”

     “I’m no pot-head!”

     “Well, the judge and jury would have certainly thought so.”

     “Okay, okay; my life is in your hands.  Please, get me out of this fix, because I do not deserve this SHIT!”

     To make a long story a bit shorter; Murray talked with the judge and my preliminary hearing was held five days later.  And what a fucking fiasco it was!  Samantha Gleeson had gotten her long hair shorn to a bob and she had traded her black leather jumpsuit for a baggy, floral-printed dress that concealed every aspect of her dynamite body.  Fuck, she looked like Joan of Arc!  And wouldn’t you know it; she was carrying a wad of tissues to dab away an almost constant stream of tears.

     Her friend’s name turned out to be ‘May’ instead of ‘April.’’  It didn’t make a lick of difference; one fucking month was as bad as the next.  But one thing did make a difference and a big one; she was a loving wife and the mother of three, plus the head director of an organization that aided needy children! 

     To make matters even worse; there happened to be a total of four people that actually witnessed me raping poor little Samantha! Where they came from I don’t know.  They were probably bought with a good sum of money by either “Darling” or her hotshot father.

     Needless to say; the judge deemed that there was more than enough evidence to hold me over for trial.  However, Murray managed to have the bail dropped and for me to be released on my recognizance.

     During the preliminary hearing, I kept getting whiffs of a strange smell and I finally realized what it was; my ass, basted with butter and seasoned with spices, turning very slowly over a red-hot fire!

 

*** * ***

 

 

     I sat in the courtroom next to a very nervous Murray, my eyes occasionally wandering over to the jury; nine women, of all the luck, and three men.  Three blacks, two Hispanics, two Orientals, two whites, and three of undeterminable origin.  Seven of them were under the age of fifty, I would say, and the rest over, one looking to be about eighty-five.  No matter how I cut the pie, it kept coming up blackbirds.  I thought about a bunch of angry ranchers about to string up a cattle thief.

     Dear, sweet Samantha was clad in a black maternity dress with the word “BABY” in bold yellow letters, accentuated by sweeping red arrows.  The tissues -- once again -- were in ample supply, and when she blew her nose, she made sure that everyone in the courtroom could hear. 

     May, her gun-wielding accomplice, was decked out in a matronly gray suit and frilly white blouse, her hair pulled back tautly into a bun.  The four witnesses with the bionic eyes looked like contestants in an Ozzie and Harriet contest.

     That’s when I realized that I was finished, railroaded by a bunch of fucking con artists!

     May took the stand, swore on the bible, and lied to her heart’s content, saying that it was me who was brandishing a gun on that terrible night.  I jumped to my feet and shouted “liar”, but the judge pounded his gavel and warned that another such outburst would force him to evict me from the courtroom.  Murray, without the slightest idea on how to proceed, failed miserably at his attempt to tear apart her testimony.  When the same went for the Ozzie and Harriet look-alikes, I slumped in my chair and gave up all hope.

     When Samantha took the stand, all teary-eyed and sniffling, the prosecutor patted her knee and turned to the jury.  “Miss Gleeson; with the terrible ordeal that you went through -- how do you ever manage to repose yourself?”

     “It’s not easy, sir, but I read and find solace in the bible.  The Lord has seen it fit to be at my side during my time of need.”

     A collective sigh went up from the jury.  The forewoman bowed her head with a resounding “amen.”

     “Miss Gleeson; do you see the man who so wantonly and viciously attacked and raped you, during that fateful evening, when you and your friend were walking home from Saint Patrick’s Cathedral?”

     “Oh, yes,” she fairly gasped, pointing a trembling finger in my direction.  “He’s --He’s right over there.  I will never be able to forget those terrible eyes for as long as I live.  Like – Like burning embers in a -- in a smoldering pile of ashes.”

     “Let it be entered into the records that Miss Samantha Gleeson has indicated Mister Reginald Earnhardt as her assailant.”

     “So be it!’ barked the judge.

     The Devil’s disciple continued to pummel and flail and hammer my character for a half hour more, until, finally, it was Murray’s turn to try and correct all the damage.  Sidling up to the stand, he paced for a few moments before snapping his head toward Miss Samantha “Darling” Gleeson.

     “Miss Gleeson; is it not a fact that on the aforementioned night, it was you who forced yourself on my client. It was you, Miss Gleeson, with the aid of your armed and dangerous cohort ---.”  Murray whirled and pointed at May.  “Missus May Sylvester!”

     There was a sniggering from the jury, which mounted by leaps-and-bounds, until it was an outright chorus of eye-watering, chest-heaving, knee-slapping laughter!  It spread quickly throughout the courtroom; the reporters, the gathered observers, the witnesses, the bailiff, the attorneys, the guards, and, finally, even the judge!  Upon reaching its epidemic proportions, Murray -- my own damn lawyer-- started to hee-haw so forcefully that his glasses slid down to the very tip of his nose!

     Realizing that I was doomed -- finished, kaput -- it was hard to resist the temptation.  Laughing like a hysterical hyena, I dashed to the stand before anyone could stop me and drove my fist right into the startled face of Miss Darling Gleeson.  When her nose popped like an over-ripened melon, I couldn’t help giving her two more for good measure.

 

*** * ***

 

 

     I made my way slowly, warily, up the olive-drab corridor, swishing the mop from side-to-side: raucous laughter and the bomp-bomp-bomp of a basketball coming through the windows from the exercise yard below.  A metal door clanged shut in the distance.

     As I neared the end of the corridor, my eyes glued to the floor, I happened across a pair of prison-issued shoes the size of gunboats.  My eyes eased up the blue denim trousers, across a paler blue shirt, and, finally, into the scarred, flat-nosed, meaty-lipped, shaven-headed mug of Mad Dog Dougherty!  Those massive arms with tattoos emblazoned from sloping shoulders clear down to paws the size of catchers’ mitts.  I spotted a fire-breathing dragon, a Tweetie Bird, assorted knives and daggers, and a rattlesnake curling through the empty eye sockets of a skull.  On each of the sausage-like fingers of his right hand was a letter, which, together, spelled out the word DOOM.

     His eyes twinkled as he leaned close to me.  “Hi, sweet cakes -- care to fool around?”

 

 

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"I'm a god damn patsy for those Senior fucks.  They tell me 'Oh hey, go to the conference room.  Piece of paper on the far right edge of the table.  It's the combonation for my locker!  Nah nah nah!' I'm a fucking MORON!" Vaughn proceeded to throw his elbow against the locker, which was rather dumb on his part.  Drawing it back now, he cradled it with his free hand.

"Chill.. out" James slowly spoke up.  Pratt was the more calm of the two best friends.  They had been called the Torrid Two, The Terrible Two, The Polk Twins.  Everything.  They had been best friends since Kindergarten and James had always been the levelheaded, laid back anti-Hero type.  Dressed just as casual as Vaughn, James was wearing a black and red t-shirt with a track coat over it and a pair of black dress pants, with a pair of black shoes.  Standing about 5'8" and 178 with piercing blue eyes and shaggy dirty blonde hair.  Placing his right hand against his sturdy chin and tapping it a few times, James snapped his fingers and looked up.

"What?!" Vaughn snapped as he quickly forgot about the striving pain in his elbow.  Looking towards James, Vaughn moved in closer and was anxiously awaiting James' idea.  James had always been the problem solver and revenge plotter while Vaughn had always been more aggressive and ready to strike without plan.  James gave Vaughn a glaze and stepped back once.

"I have a way we can get them back" James smiled as he spoke.. and Vaughn looked extremely unimpressed.  Nodding for a moment with a sarcastic smile, Vaughn just kept nodding before finally breaking the smile and outbursting,

"..GET THEM BACK?!  I gave them the combination to 3 different new students lockers because some idiot kids left them in the conference room during a parent teacher meeting.  First of all, getting them back is the least of my worries.  I went in the conference room unattended and TOOK something out that I wasn't supposed to.  I'm going to get suspended or hardcore deten--" Lips going a mile a minute, the speech was suddenly halted by James' finger to the lips of Vaughn.  Sighing, James slowly pulled his finger away and grinned.  "Follow me, my friend.."

And down the hall James went.  He got about 15 feet before he realized Vaughn was still at the locker behind him.  One glare was all it took and Vaughn came running.  Vaughn was only 3 months younger then James, who was 16, but it always seemed like James was ten times wiser then him.  Always with the logical plans.  Trotting down the hall, James slowed down and pointed to a sign on the outside of double doors.

GYMNASIUM --- CHEERLEADER PRACTICE: 2:15 PM

Vaughn just gave James a look.  He raised his wrist and took a gander at the watch on it.  Looking back to James, Vaughn rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.  James threw his hands up.. "Where are you going?"

Vaughn spun on one heel and stared back at James with a blank look on his face.  "You ran me down this hall.. during a crisis.. to watch a bunch of skanky cheerleaders do backflips.  Thank you.  I'm gonna go slam my head in my locker door repeatedly"  But before Vaughn could walk away, James said something that caught his friends attention almost immediately.

" Squad Captain: Clarissa.. Mooney.."

Vaughn froze.  Staring down the hall, his thoughts started racing.  Mooney.  The same last name of the senior, Ted Mooney, who set him up to get the combinations so they could raid lockers.  That was his sister Clarissa and James was an A Class genius.  Slowly turning around, Vaughn approached James and got right up to his face..

"You're telling me.. you want to bang the most respected senior at Polk's.. sister?" Vaughn had a blank look on his face yet still.  His emotions were running wild and finally the ones that were the most dominant took over.  A twisted grin came across his face, matching that of James'.  Nodding abit, Vaughn extended his hand and clamped hands with James.  The fix was on.

Around the time that school let out, James and Vaughn were out towards the back half of the school.  Clarissa left there every single day and sure enough, today was no different.  The maroon colored door swung open down the courtyard and from behind it came one of the most recognized girls at Polk.  Clarissa was a stunner.  It was impossible to count how many times her looks had been compared to that of famous American Idol singer/winner Kelly Clarkson.  Long, black, semi curly hair that was pulled tight into a pony tail, tan skin and standing about 5'2" and 115 pounds.  Wearing a simple white tank top and a pair of sweatpants and sneakers, Clarissa was also known as one of the hardest girls to "get with" in school.  Everyone knew she wasn't a virgin at 16, but everyone also knew she was no whore.  She had been with maybe 2 or 3 guys at school.  Period.

James and Vaughn had talked it over and the plan was to seperately both get Clarissa.  Not at once, but seperate times.  Staring down the court, Vaughn was chosen in a game of Rock/Paper/Scissors that he would try to court Clarissa first.  A brilliant formula of decision making that they had come up with.  Their plan was one person tries for Clarissa while the other fights off the principal, Mr. Restovich.  Vaughn nodded towards his friend and took off, leaving James behind.

Approaching Clarissa, Vaughn had to stop, staring at that heart shaped, perfectly round butt from behind.  Almost mesmerized, Vaughn suddenly felt something hard slam into the back of his neck.  It was a piece of gravel thrown from James.  Spinning around, Vaughn shot James a look and James gave Vaughn a "GO" signal.  Sighing, Vaughn ran up beside Clarissa.

"Hey!  Clarissa!" he let out and the beautiful Cheerleading Captain halted mid-stride.  Vaughn smiled goofily and nodded towards her.  Holding onto her backpack and gym bag, Clarissa just stared at Vaughn, waiting for him to speak.. but nothing.  Vaughn had found himself staring into the eyes of Clarissa this time.  A sparkling baby blue.  Vaughn once again snapped out of it as soon as Clarissa spoke, her voice a soft, low key tone.

"Um.. Do I know you?" She raised her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side as Vaughn stood in awe of her beauty.  "Er.. uh.. aw.. um.. Yeah I think so.. We talked one time during lunch.  I was like 'Hey, gonna eat your muffin' and you gave me a weird look and just gave me it--.. uh.. Yeah.  You do."

"Oh!  Right.. Vaughn, right?  You're in the paper all the time for sports.. Did you.. need something?" Shaking her head abit, she just stared towards Vaughn.  He was cute indeed.. but so goofy.  She recognized him from the school paper.  She knew he was talented and cute, but not this nervous or completely uncharming.  Crossing her arms, she hiked the two heavy bags up on her shoulders abit farther.

"Um, well.. I was wondering if I could carry your bags and maybe if we could go out tonight?" He flinched as he asked the question so effortlessly.  It was unexpected and Clarissa had even flinched by now.  Looking towards him, in decision making mode, Clarissa slung her bags off of her shoulders and handed them to Vaughn.  He grinned and nodded.  "What time should I pick you up?"

Before Vaughn Calloway knew it, he was at the movies with Clarissa Mooney.  Nervous and tenative, he was like a fish out of water sitting next to her.  Maybe it was because he knew James was in a higher up seat, staring down on them and monitoring the situation.  Suddenly, Clarissa's hand fell ontop of Vaughns.  Flinching, Vaughn glared over, almost sweating by now and smiled, hooking his fingers around Clarissa's. 

Clarissa had barely watched the movie.  All eyes were on Vaughn who had been so awkwardly cute tonight that she was loving it.  Every move.  Smiling as she looked deep into his eyes, Clarissa slowly leaned in, placing a small kiss on his lips and nuzzling into Vaughns neck.  Vaughn sat completely still, his eyes gazing back to James, who was giving him the cheesiest thumbs up in history.

The movie concluded and in a flash, Clarissa and Vaughn were sitting outside of her house on the front porch.  Vaughn had lightened up and cracked a few jokes, but was still quite nervous.  Being in a suburban town with hardly any nosey neighbors, or for that matter, any neighbors at all, the town was quiet and the sky was pitch black.  It was around 10:15 and at the Mooney house, nobody was home.  Clarissa smiled tentatively at Vaughn before tracing her hand slowly down his chest and moving closer.  Her hand found his belt buckle and her lips found his neck as he tilted his head to the left, allowing room for work.

Clarissa had only been with a couple of guys and given a few more handjobs or blowjobs and this was only the 2nd time on a first date that it had even gone this far.  Clarissa had begun kissing up and down Vaughn's neck by now, tongue flicking at his skin.  Slowly standing up, Clarissa had gripped Vaughn's hand and drug him in the front door.

Pushing Vaughn back, Vaughn landed butt first on the nearby loveseat as Clarissa slipped down to her knees.  Flattening out her long, white skirt, Clarissa smiled up towards Vaughn and moved her hands to Vaughn's waistline, unbuttoning the button with a bit of struggle and dropping the jeans down around Vaughn's ankles.  Slowly running her hands up and down his clean shaven thighs, Clarissa ran her fingers up underneath the leg holes of Vaughn's briefs, momentarily brushing her fingertips against his balls.  Kissing up his right thigh, Clarissa suddenly yanked his briefs down around his ankles as well before looking up towards his cock.

Vaughn was well endowed indeed.  9" long and quite thick, he had been with 4 girls in the past, but plenty of blowjobs and handjobs to account for.  He leaned his head back as Clarissa slowly wrapped her small hand around the swollen shaft of his semi-erect cock.  Running her fingers up and down the shaft, Clarissa leaned in and lightly traced her tongue up the underside of Vaughn's cock, tracing up to the head and popping it into her mouth with a slight sucking noise.

Vaughn had placed his hands behind his head like a typical laidback male as he pushed his hips forwards abit, wriggling underneath Clarissa as she took his now fully erect cock deeper into her mouth.  Sucking tightly around Vaughn's dick, Clarissa hooked her hands around the lower-shaft of his cock, taking the member deeper and deeper into her wet mouth.  Slowly pulling her lips off of his dick, Clarissa began rubbing and stroking his cock furiously, her tongue running down and circling around his balls. 

Vaughn had began to moan quite abit now, his hands running through Clarissa's long, wavy hair.  Closing his eyes, Vaughn would thrust his hips into each fist pump, groaning louder with each one.  Clarissa sat up and spun around, turning her back to Vaughn.  Tossing her skirt upwards to reveal an off-white thong, Clarissa slowly leaned down, rubbing her plump, juicy ass against the tip of Vaughns cock, which was covered in a coat of precum.  The precum had rubbed off on the ass of Clarissa, causing her to bite her bottom lip and let out a soft moan, feeling the head of Vaughns cock rubbing furiously against her ass and pussy lips. 

Vaughn wanted so bad just to rip the thong off and fuck her right there, but he had to contain himself.  Clarissa soon turned back around and dropped to her knees, grabbing ahold of the base of Vaughn's cock and staring up at him with a devilish grin.  Surely she wasn't about to...

Suddenly, Clarissa's mouth engorged the 9", thick cock as it disappeared deep inside of her mouth.  The cock slowly slid further and further into her mouth and all the way into her throat as she tightened her lips around his swollen dick.  Apparently, she had no gag reflex.  Taking the entire cock into her mouth, Clarissa tightened her lips even more, almost vicing it inbetween her lips as Vaughn began to fidget.  Letting out a loud groan, Vaughn tapped her on the shoulder and jutted his hips.

Clarissa slowly came up off of his cock, hooking her hand tightly around the thick shaft and stroking it as fast as she could.  Her small hand quickly pumped up and down from the tip to his balls.  In a flash, Vaughn jutted his hips one more time as he let out a loud groan.  A long white strand of cum came spurting out of the tip of his member, smacking Clarissa right in those pouty lips.  She quickly licked her rose colored lips and took the next spurt inside of her mouth and the 3rd and final one in the same place, swallowing it all rather quick.

Leaning down further, Clarissa sucked on the now softening cock of Vaughn before climbing up on top of him, resting her head on his chest as he breathed as heavy as she had ever heard anyone breathe.  He grinned and placed his hands on her hips.  He could tell this was going to be one hell of a situation.

(( Part 2 will be posted after some good feedback or whenever I type it up.  Hope you enjoyed.  Look out for my other series starting soon, "My Big Happy Family" ))

"I like it when your so forceful," he teases me. I slowly lower my pussy down on his big cock and start riding him. I start to go faster then we hear the front door open and close and our dad yelling for us. I freeze for a second and then we both rush around to get something to put on. When we finally are dress we go down stairs.

"Hey Daddy!" I say giving him a hug and a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey sweet pea."

"Where's Mom?" Charles asks.

"She wanted me to drop her off at Maylene's house."

"Oh, cool."

"So what were yall up too?" he asks walking into the kitchen, us close behind. We exchanged looks.

"Nothing," we say in unison.

"Well thats always fun isnt it," our dad chuckles, "no food in the fridge? Ya'll don't know how to shop for food?"

We both laugh knowing why we didn't go shopping. We were to busy fucking each others brains out. Our dad says he's gonna catch a quick nap before he goes back to pick up our mom. Charles and I head back up stairs.

 "Hey, I got an idea," Charles says into my ear as he pins me into the door of my bedroom.

"What might that be?"

"Let's get a quickie in before pops wakes up," he says undoing my robe. I don't respond, I just slip my hand in his sweatpants and stroke his cock. He opens my door and shuts it after we're in. He lays on my bed and I stradle him. I bend down to kiss him when there's a knock on my door. We both jump up.

"Yes?"I answer as I shove Charles in my closet.

"Where's Charles?" dad asks from the other side of the door.

"Uh, he went over to a friends house. He said to not wait up for him,"I lie.

"Okay, well I'm going to pick up your mom."

"Kay, I'll be here!"

I listen as Dad's footsteps disappear from earshot then let Charles out. He immediately tackles me to the bed.

"Nice lying sis," he says between kisses. He flips over so I'm on top and I lower myself to his cock and take his pants off. Then I position myself so were in 69. I slowly lick his head and take it into my mouth as he in turn sucks on my clit. I start deep-throating him and he moans loadly, sending vibration through my pussy. I scream as he go faster and moans into me. I start sucking faster and faster, massaging his balls. In a matter of minutes we both cum. I collaspe on top of him and roll over. after a few minutes Charles gets on top of me and I can feel that his cock is hard again. He pushes into me and starts banging the hell out of my pussy. At this point I am moaning extremely loud."Oh yea fuck me! Fuck me hard Charles! Fuck your slutty baby sister!" This sends Carles into a fucking frenzy as he starts to go really fast and hard. He stops and flips me over so I'm on all fours and starts fucking me from behind."You like it? You like your brother's big cock in your tight pussy?" "YEAH!" I nearly scream, meeting his thrusts. He slaps my ass a couple of times, sending me over the edge. I cum so hard I nearly pass out. Knowing that I came Charles went faster until he said, "OH SHIT I'M CUMMING" He pushed in and spurts of cum filled my pussy. He slowly stroked until he was spent.

All of a sudden my door flings open and there's our mom staring in shock...

...To be Continued...

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So after my parents bailed, we walked down the street to his house. My friend had snuck out some Zima's, so we split it. I couldn't really feel it, but i knew i was in a good place. We made it to the friends house and rang the bell. Our friend was smiling from ear to ear, so happy to see us. The friend i wanted was sitting on the floor, by his friend's bed. I went up to him, all shy and stuttery, said hey and gave him a hug. He said he loved my hugs, that they were so warm and personal.

So for a couple of hours, we sat around, talking and laughing about nothing as teens are wont to do. Oh i didn't say what I was wearing, my soft cotton gray skirt just a couple of inches below my thighs, not all super sexy but I always got compliments on how nice I looked. I also had layered my tops with a lacy white tank and a lighter tank on top of that. I also had white Pumas on.

As it was getting quite late, my friend was laying on the air bed we had set up, thinking that us girls would sleep on the friends bed and they would sleep on the air thing. Well my friend we soon realized had fallen asleep already. So me and the guy I liked went to lay on the real bed. The other friend went and shut off the lights, just leaving some candles burning, so we were not in the complete dark. I could see pretty good. I laid down first, with the guy I wanted on my left and his friend at first was sitting with my sleeping friend, I guess watching her sleep.

The guy rolled onto his side, and he went in for a kiss. We started like that, kissing and just macking for a bit. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me in against him. I got aggressive and started love biting his lips, letting the tip of my tongue linger against him. He got the message and soon we were french kissing. I must admit he was a great kisser!

Also, I have to tell you I was a virgin, I had not even got past heavy making out. Just something about this night was different. Anyways back to the story...

The guy I was kissing soon pulled me closer to him, I could just feel our lower bodies barely touching. He reached down and was stroking my leg just below my skirt, the feel of his large hands against my skin was intense. He gripped my leg right about my knee and fixed it over his legs. I cuddled closer, letting my leg trap his. He would run his hands over my ass, but never leaving it on there. I saw the lights flicker for an instant, my other friend had gotten up and walked to the bed. He laid down, and asked what we were doing, since he could hear our heavy breathing. I just kinda sighed/laughed a bit, saying oh nothing just kissing. He said fine and laid down on my right, on his back. Since he didn't seem to mind, we started kissing again. Now I could feel him starting to grind against me lightly. I grinded back, just so softly so I wouldn't move the bed too much. I adjusted myself again and could tell he was hard! I was a bit in shock, since I had never gotten that far with a boy before. But it felt so good, that I could make a guy feel this way. I loved how hard it was, that it would just barely move when I would slide against it. I could feel our breathing getting heavier and heavier.

I sensed rather than felt my other guy friend shift to his side, i knew that he had to be watching us. Instead of making me feel scared, I felt more turned on that he could see us doing this. Of course I had no idea what was to happen...

He moved closer in, resting his hands on my hip at the waist line of my skirt. He slid up and i could fee he was hard too! His hard-on was right against my butt. I was so taken aback, I gasped but stayed in place. He reached up and pulled my hair up off my neck, and he started kissing me there. That is one of my weakness, so I let it happen. He started pushing his hard-on in small circles against my ass. That was such a strange, delicious feeling. So I would move forward into the first guy, and he would match my movement on my ass.

The first guy reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling himself back a bit, then he laid my hand over his crotch. I squeezed my hand on his cock, feeling how big and hard it was in my hand! My other friend started stroking my leg, going higher, pushing my skirt first up and then higher on my thigh. He stayed tracing his fingers in circle 8's on my thigh. The first guy used his hand to reach between my legs, resting his hand against my crotch. I parted my legs a bit, then wrapped myself around his hand. He could feel how warm how moist I was getting. My other friend removed his hand, and reached up to my chest, instantly filling his hands with my breasts! OMG, I was going insane, I had all these feelings from every part of my body, I swear I thought I would just explode into a million little pieces right there and then.

He would squeeze my breasts, while I grinded into the first guys hand. I could feel myself getting more turned on, wet from rubbing myself against his hand. My friend behind me took his hands off my breasts, reached down and lifted my skirt up to my hips. I was wearing lacy light pink bikini panties, tight and just barely see-through. I said thats not fair, you guys are still dressed. They asked what would be fair, I said take off your shirts. They both leaned back and took them off. I tugged mine off, now just in my pink bra.

My first friend started running his fingers up and down the front of my panties, putting some pressure against it, using his fingertips to trace my pussy lips. The other guy started squeezing and running his hands over my ass. God the feeling of having 2 hands touching me was more than I could stand. They asked if I could slip out of my skirt, I said only if you both take your pants off. We all turned over and laid on our backs. As i tugged my skirt off, the boys unzipped and down came their pants.

Both of them had boxers, the first guy was white, really plain. The second one had blue type ones. They said stay like that on your back, and the first guy was kissing and sucking on my neck, while the second was touching and playing with my boobs. I put my hands over their crotch, holding both of their cocks in either hand, squeezing and stroking my fingers up and down them. The first guy was big to me, very thick and cut. I could feel his cock head throb and shift. The second guy was smaller but kinda wide, very smooth feel to his dick. He had a foreskin, I could feel it slide easily from his precum. The second guy popped my breasts out of the cups of my bra, and my nipples were rigid and totally hard. He sucked one greedily into his mouth, holding it with his teeth, sucking on my nipple. The first guy did the same, let me tell you it was so hot having them both sucking on my breasts.

As they were sucking on them, they reached down and parted my legs, with one each of my legs resting on theirs. The first guy reached into my panties, holding my warm, wet pussy in his hands. I could feel my juices coating his fingers. The second guy would take turns rubbing and stroking my thighs.

I moved my hands to the slit of their boxers, reach in and brought both of their dicks out. I gripped one in each hand, stroking them, making them get harder and harder. I felt the first guy run his hand over my clit, which made my back arch. He then would use his fingertips to spread my pussy lips, but not going inside me at all. That was making me so hot. As he would run his fingers up and down, i would take turns stroking him and squeezing his cock hard in my hands.

The first guy quickly yanked down my panties, leaving me naked there with 2 boys. They tugged down their boxers and had me turn to my side again. The first guy put his cock between my legs, my pussy right up against it. The second guy laid up against my ass, but would move his cock up and down my crack, just letting the head part the seam. I started moving up and down the first guys big cock. I couldn't believe how good that felt. So hot, i was sooo wet! Plus having the other guy just playing with his cock against my ass was heaven.

I could tell I was close to having an orgasm, I couldn't stop myself and I would start moving faster. I felt the first guy pump into me, then he bent a bit and I felt the warm flow of his cum, oozing out of tip, against my lips, our juices combining and running together. The second guy gripped his cock and began masturbating right against my ass. I felt his shoot out hard against my ass, he actually came more, i didn't think he would stop!

So what do you think? For an unexperienced girl that was pretty wild. I hope that i can share more stories like this soon

The End

When I hit puberty I started to grow like the other, but unlike the other my “baby fat” did not go away it was only replace with fat. And even though I grow strong then any of my friends I did not have any muscle showing. This made many chance of getting a girlfriend slim.

Just before I was 13 I was helping my Aunt clean out her ex husband stuff, and to told me if I found anything that I wanted that I could keep it. Well as I was clean out his private office, which was more just a private room for him, I found some porn movies and other things in a big boxes under a table. I quietly throw some books of it and taped it up to take it home. When I got home I quietly put it up into the loft above the garage with the other stuff I brought. The loft us to be my old fort when I was a kid, and figure that I would turn it into a lounge area for myself now with my uncle’s futon, TV set, Table, unfortunately my parents did not let me keep is Mimi fridge and computer, as they told me they did not want me living up their. Once I was alone at home I quickly opened the box and found a world of sex life open up to me. Not only were their two boxes alone just filled with porn movie, but one had all different kinds of magazines & books, well two others were filled with other toys and things. Then there was a small box that I open and it was filled with penis enlargement supplies. Which I fell in love with as I always felt weird when taken a shower, as most of my friends hit puberty early then so the shower was one of the few place were I was not close to being the bigger person.

That box soon became my life as there were books, videos, four different pumps, and a ton of different kind of pills from enlargement pills, to fertility pills. I took the pills and used the pumps daily on myself as well as doing what the book told me to do and was soon happy to see that I was growing. I also learn how to masturbate and that too became a daily routine doing it at least 3 times a day; Then after a few weeks of using the penis enlargement stuff I felt that I was not growing at all, so I really started to taking double the amount of pills and using the pumps so much that it made my penis painfully sore, and limp so I could not jack off at all.

That is until I was 14 when I had my first sexual experience. I was at a birthday party of one of my friends and we were hanging out. The kids had gotten some liquor and were getting drunk well their parents were doing the same. Of course I did not drink because I was scared of what my parents would do and my grandfather was killed by a drunk driver. Anyway there was a girl there that was one of my friends and we were talking. She was telling me that I should try to ask a girl out and how I was a nice guy and everything. I made a comment about nice guys finishing last and how I was still a virgin and stuff like that. So she start to play around with me and soon was sucking my cock. I could not believe how great it felt and soon my balls were tighten and I started shooting into her unexpected mouth making her gag and choke, pulling my cock out of her mouth. This only made me cum all over her face and shirt. She ran off crying and I feel so bad that I called my father and left. At school I got a lot of bad looks and a few high fives from guys, and learn that the girl told people I had come on to her and force her to do it. I tried telling everyone the truth, but they believed her because she was the friends to “the most popular girl in schools”. I was quickly a “loner” of the school and no one would talk to me; until months later when the girl that sucked me of was caught doing that to “the most popular girl in school’s” boyfriend. I was quickly back in to the “in crowd” and closer to them. Even getting a girlfriend out of it, the only trouble of all of it, was that after the blow job, masturbating was not the same and I only did it less then once a month. But it was ok because after that I had a few girlfriends and both were more then ok with sucking me. One ever took my virginity away; which in turn made me a very more confident person. Even though I become a more confident person I was still a very quiet person and people that did not know me would say I was shy, but that was because I really did not open up until I knew a person; once I did I was open to talking to them.

So by the time I was 16 I had become more confident, and less shy. But I was still one of the outside people, as I never made the effort to connect with people to do stuff. So the summer time was the worst for me, as I harder did anything other then working as a handy man around the neighborhood.